Steppin’ out
by Jillian Bogater (Exile From Hysteria)
I knew my first walk outside since I got home from the hospital would be a big deal, but nothing could truly prepare me for the experience.
Since most of the snow has melted, I chose to walk out back with my pup Charlie. The experience left me truly overwhelmed … by the amount of dog poo that needs to be picked up. That’s right. Without the snow to camoflauge, I was out for a hike on Poo Mountain.
Normally I would grab a couple plastic bags and take care of the situation. But with strict restrictions on bending/lifting/twisting, the Poop Patrol was a no go. So I skillfully bobbed and weaved my way to the back of the yard, surveyed my path, then scouted out a return trip. The mines were everywhere. I didn’t want to step on one, especially with my nifty new slip-on Merrill shoes. So I let Matt lead the way, and managed to even avoid the puddles of mud.
For the last week, the most exercise I got was traveling from my recliner to the loo. When I was feeling feisty, I would loop through the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee. Or maybe to the bedroom to pretend I was putting on something other than a nightgown. Again.
It took days to work up to the trip outside. I starting talking about it at the beginning of ย the week. “I’m gonna walk all the way to the neighbor’s driveway!” I would declare to no one in particular. Usually such bravado would be followed by a serious nap.
I would look out the front window, and imagine walking along each cement square into unchartered territory. Then the doctor’s voice echoed in my brain. “Remember: As far as you walk, you need to still make it back.” She was right. My next door neighbor’s yard seemed an attainable goal.
I surprised Matt by suiting up this afternoon. I even traded in my nightgown for a pair of black sweatpants and a grey turtleneck. When I started zippering my coat, Matt sat up on the couch. “Hey! Where are you going?” he asked, genuinely amazed to see me up and about.
“I am going for a walk,” I said. Matt quickly hopped up and slipped on his shoes. “Why don’t we go out back?”
I hadn’t even considered that option. But I liked it. If I fell, or contorted into some ungodly post-hysterectomy shape, I wouldn’t have an audience. Save for Tangelo, our neighbor’s newly adopted golden retriever. But he’s a trustworthy fella. I doubt he would cause trouble.
So we went out back. Charlie bounded between the piles of poo, and I made my self dizzy staring down at my foot placement as I made my way through the yard.
Once I got back in the house, I surprised myself with a burst of energy instead of a nap.
In all honesty, I didn’t expect today to go this way. Last night I abandoned my recliner and tried sleeping in my bed for the first time. The experiment ended badly, and I woke up with my back in painful spasms. This morning I could hardly even roll out of bed, and definitely didn’t have any form of exercise on my agenda.
But in this I found a lesson. I pushed through the pain, and kept moving.
I don’t see another option.
Reblogged this on Our Furever Family and commented:
Hi this is Jillian! I have been busy recovering from a recent hysterectomy. Today I write about moving again โ and mention Charlie! โ in my other blog, Exile From Hysteria. Enjoy!
So Enjoy Ur Writing
I am An Old School Chum Of Ur Moms
I Had This Surgery Back Then They Kept U In The Hospital At Least A Week I Agree The Movement
Is So Necessary U Do Get Stiff
I Also Am A Survivor Of Guilian Bare Syndrome
Took A Long Time, But I Made It Out Of The Wheel chair In Record Time Baby Steps
God Bless You
Great post. Great first outing. Sounds to me like you’ll be picking up poo in no time!! ๐ Best of luck in your recovery!
Thanks so much, Genevieve! It felt great to get out of the house today. My recovery is well under way. Much love to you and Cupcake!!
I’m glad you got out of the house. You had me laughing with the poop talk. I could picture the mines! I guess you have to be owned by dogs to truly appreciate it.
Haha! Yes, I am truly owned by my two pups. Since I doubt more snow is on the horizon, I better get better soon. There are piles of poo with my name on them!!!
Great to know you have gotten out. Hope many more to come and very soon! As spring arrives you emerge!
Thanks Johanna!!! Much love to you….
I remember my first walk outside, freeing, I was seeing the world thru new eyes, eyes of hope and not foggy eyes of pain. Go slow, you still have a zillion stitches to heal inside.
Amen, my dear sister. ๐ I took such a short walk, to the back of my yard and back. Ad yet it helt like I climbed the highest mountain. It was awesome. Slow and steady wins this race!!!
With each week that passes you will get better, soon you won’t be counting your progress by weeks, but rather years. Once again I am thrilled for your progress and also thrilled for your body to live without endo pain, that stuff should be illegal. I’m going to follow your posts by email so I am sure to see them.
(((Grndma Chris))) Thanks for such a lovely note! I do feel a change. I had a bad morning yesterday after trying sleep in bed too early.But other than that, so many of my pains are gone. It’s a miracle really.
Brava on your progress!
-Karen
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Thanks Karen! Big hugs back atcha!!!!
Hello my recovering friend! I nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Don’t feel obligated to accept, I know life gets overwhelming especially in times like these when a simple blog post is likely to lead to a nap… If you’re interested the details are here: http://stinasjourney.wordpress.com/2013/03/23/who-doesnt-like-the-occasional-pat-on-the-back/
awesome work. every great journey begins with the first step. and sometimes…. that step is spent avoiding piles of dog shit. it’s a fact. xxx
Indeed! Glad to report I came out of the ordeal with clean shoes. And gawd, it felt sooooo good to get out of the house. If only for a few minutes! ๐